to get up or not to get up
This morning though the call of coffee and work are in my head, I am choosing to "work" from here. To not get up!
This morning I was thinking about my childhood. Perhaps it will turn to thread of some type. When I was 7-8 I used to mow lawns and shovel driveways for money. I remember buying seeds and the like to sell to the neighbors. I never wanted to "not work" and I loved it. Oh, I played. It is just that there was something satisfying about work. I think I was a normal kid if there is any such thing. I played sports and hung out with the neighborhood kids. We had a large yard and all the kids would come to play baseball or football. We did not wear helmets and nobody died. We rode to Powers Pond in the summer to swim. By ourselves and nobody drowned.
There were some good kids in my neighborhood. Tomas and Stefan lived one street up. A street called Surry Drive. David and Robin lived in the next house up. Susan and Amy next door. Ted and Natalie across the street. Tom, Ed and Jackie below them. Susan and Gigi lived at the bottom of this street. We sledded together and skated together in the winter.
In some respects it was a pretty weird neighborhood. Sunday mornings some would head off to Catholic church and others off to Congregational or Episcopalian churches in the community. We lived in suburbia. Sunday mornings a there was an old man named Brad and he would start at the Johnsons and work his way home in his 55 Chevy drinking with the neighbors. His wife was our babysitter while our mom worked as a teacher. e would always bring exciting things over like a large eel that had been caught in the turbine at the water company he worked at. Blue skinned from the copper sulfate, he would take it on home to have his wife cook. 5 miles an hour he would head that blue car home. Their house was like a mini village. Outbuildings and animals. You could get lost. All the neighbors expected him. Stopping at each house, by the time he arrived at our home he was pretty sloshed. And his wife was rough. She weighed a real lot and she was nearsighted, and here she was trying to take care of 4 kids. We gave her a really hard time. One time I put a frog in the toilet before she got upstairs to use the bathroom. I still get hysterical remembering her screaming.
Over the years I played sports like Little League with the Angels and the Mets(My dad coached) and ultimately Trap Rock with Chief Hartigan. I played Biddy Basketball and at one point wrecked my knee. I remember watching them draw the fluid off. But we never worried about hurt as there was always a tomorrow. The trophies of league wins and foul shooting contests always stood before us as a place to head to. When the foul shooting contest was coming up, my dad installed a spotlight so we could practice well into the night at that hoop on the side of the garage. One time we were playing baseball and Ed was acting way to serious so I found an egg and slimed him. He chased me all over the field. But we were kids. And kids hung out.
Maybe some more on this tomorrow.
Yesterday did not start out so well for me. An argument set me off crooked, but things worked together. Tina and I went and had coffee and then on to a business meeting for the paper and it was a good day.
This morning I was thinking about my childhood. Perhaps it will turn to thread of some type. When I was 7-8 I used to mow lawns and shovel driveways for money. I remember buying seeds and the like to sell to the neighbors. I never wanted to "not work" and I loved it. Oh, I played. It is just that there was something satisfying about work. I think I was a normal kid if there is any such thing. I played sports and hung out with the neighborhood kids. We had a large yard and all the kids would come to play baseball or football. We did not wear helmets and nobody died. We rode to Powers Pond in the summer to swim. By ourselves and nobody drowned.
There were some good kids in my neighborhood. Tomas and Stefan lived one street up. A street called Surry Drive. David and Robin lived in the next house up. Susan and Amy next door. Ted and Natalie across the street. Tom, Ed and Jackie below them. Susan and Gigi lived at the bottom of this street. We sledded together and skated together in the winter.
In some respects it was a pretty weird neighborhood. Sunday mornings some would head off to Catholic church and others off to Congregational or Episcopalian churches in the community. We lived in suburbia. Sunday mornings a there was an old man named Brad and he would start at the Johnsons and work his way home in his 55 Chevy drinking with the neighbors. His wife was our babysitter while our mom worked as a teacher. e would always bring exciting things over like a large eel that had been caught in the turbine at the water company he worked at. Blue skinned from the copper sulfate, he would take it on home to have his wife cook. 5 miles an hour he would head that blue car home. Their house was like a mini village. Outbuildings and animals. You could get lost. All the neighbors expected him. Stopping at each house, by the time he arrived at our home he was pretty sloshed. And his wife was rough. She weighed a real lot and she was nearsighted, and here she was trying to take care of 4 kids. We gave her a really hard time. One time I put a frog in the toilet before she got upstairs to use the bathroom. I still get hysterical remembering her screaming.
Over the years I played sports like Little League with the Angels and the Mets(My dad coached) and ultimately Trap Rock with Chief Hartigan. I played Biddy Basketball and at one point wrecked my knee. I remember watching them draw the fluid off. But we never worried about hurt as there was always a tomorrow. The trophies of league wins and foul shooting contests always stood before us as a place to head to. When the foul shooting contest was coming up, my dad installed a spotlight so we could practice well into the night at that hoop on the side of the garage. One time we were playing baseball and Ed was acting way to serious so I found an egg and slimed him. He chased me all over the field. But we were kids. And kids hung out.
Maybe some more on this tomorrow.
Yesterday did not start out so well for me. An argument set me off crooked, but things worked together. Tina and I went and had coffee and then on to a business meeting for the paper and it was a good day.
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